The Reflection's Warning
Language: en
Late one night, as I stood in front of the mirror removing my makeup, my reflection started talking. I couldn't hear it, but I could read its lips: Don't use the red umbrella! I laughed. Red umbrella? I was too broke to own any umbrella. The next day, a torrential downpour trapped me at work. "Here, use mine." My supervisor, Julian, handed me a red umbrella.